Outer edges

Overwhelmed
Undervalued
Fullstops
where comas should be
Loosing the plot,
One moment at a time

Her words are soft
The brown eyed,nurse of broken hearts
Monotone
Broken phone
Rings with unknown caller
All to known
Whats the point in secrets
When lies reveal themselves
The hostility of hushed tones
Sneaks into the background
Analitical of everyword
Even the ones unhurd.
Still saying nothing true.








© 2017 Jermaine Van Rooyen